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by Norman
Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Comedy · #2181119
How fragile life can be
He’s gone to chipmunk heaven
It’s not up in the sky
I threw his body in the woods
There his remains will lie

I hit him with a shovel
He didn’t last for long
One twitch and then another
Then I’m sure that he was gone

I said a little prayer for him
It was the least that I could do
One more down, a bunch to go
By my count twenty-two

I know just what you’re thinking
I hear it clear as a bell
He’s gone to chipmunk heaven
But I am going to hell

I should have lived in Hamelin
A pied piper’s what I need
He could lead the varmints out
Before any more could breed

Then I could lay my shovel down
And ponder with delight
A chipmunk free society
And I could sleep at night

(Writer’s note: This is a work of fiction. No chipmunks or other critters were harmed in the creation of this poem.
At our previous house we were overrun with chipmunks. They lived in our rock walls - chipmunk condos - and dug holes everywhere. I just tried to keep up with filling the new holes they dug. My wife suggested that we might want to exterminate them somehow, but neither of us had the heart to actually harm them.)
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